Sci Fi
Dust Callers
My ma always told me that the floating cities had risen from the ground just before the oceans dried and all the green on the planet died. Squinting against the sun as I turned my face skywards, the large glittering buildings loomed over us like a foreboding truth. For twenty some odd years, this had been my view as I looked to the sky. Whether it be at night to try and steal a glimpse of the stars, or during the day, the sun glaring against the glass and being an overall distraction from the desolate waste all around us.
By Logan Webster5 years ago in Fiction
Earther, Banger, Scrubber
The Paths Trell breathed air through her suc. A small plastic disc she sucked between her teeth, her lips creating a seal to its specially constructed shell. You could not live out here without one. To breathe the carbon dioxide rich air was death. She crested the cracked permacrete slope, perfectly balanced on her feet, her sythn boots gripping better than her feet alone ever could, and launched herself feet first into a controlled slide down the curving path. She felt the thrill of the acceleration, her synth pants and jacket fixing her to the glide of the path as her boots had done, her eyes honed on the twists ahead trusting the sythn to hold her as it had always done. She would ride the path, to fall was death. Her path was three metres wide, she had space to lean into and glide out of the twisting curves.
By Kevin Mitchell5 years ago in Fiction
A Fool's Relic
The city of Ausk was once the shining capital of the planet Juth. The buildings that formed the inner cluster of the city were large, rigged domes. Inside each of the domes were essential work and living spaces for the citizens that called this place home. One dome would be responsible for handling the power management that each of the other domes relied upon, while the other domes handled things such as produce, water treatment and distribution, etc. In total there were five domes. Four of the domes circled around the largest dome that sat in the center of the city. This dome, dubbed the "Conclave of Judgement," was where the planets government, military, and judicial administrations resided. It was the first dome to be destroyed during the Nortabian Invasion.
By Tquavious Johnson 5 years ago in Fiction
Flawless Society
Flawless Society Excerpt From: The Manual For The Flawless Society Section 2: Natural Born Children All children, regardless of parental status (class, marital, financial or otherwise), shall be placed in the closest district learning house on the First day, of the First month of their Third year. In said learning houses, for the first three years of attendance (until the child’s First day of the First month of their Sixth year) all children will learn together under the supervision and care of Widow Wives.
By Kayla Long5 years ago in Fiction
The Pollen Plague
Charles started coughing, and the fit was so strong that he doubled over clutching his chest. When he calmed down he pushed the stop button on his phone’s recorder and looked out the window. Months ago he was on a business trip to Seattle before the government started locking everyone in their homes. He had just stopped in DeRidder to visit his father and brothers when the pollen had spread over all of south-west Louisiana, at first a light dusting, yet it was enough to send a hundred people to the hospital.
By Carter Vezina5 years ago in Fiction
The Damascene Heart
Mari couldn’t remember actually deciding to leave the city. Maybe the decision was made in her dreams one night, or in the dawn hour between sleep and waking. Or maybe it was made as she walked home one night, touching the pepper spray in her belt, listening to the violence that always seemed to be just one block over, and knowing that her elected officials cared only for money and power and little for the citizens they supposedly represented.
By T.J. Samek5 years ago in Fiction
The Islander
In a language only the Islanders understood, “What’s wrong with you?” Tala was one of the elders of the island with a few lines showing on his face. But he was far from being the great elder. Lalaku was still in his hut making arrangements for the evening ceremonies.
By Michael Allen5 years ago in Fiction
Sunset
Pale blue eyes watched a whimsical trail of dust tumble down an old river bed, pushed by a dry wind and cascading over smooth stones rounded by years of clean flowing water now vanished. Her grandmother had once entertained her with such tales, stories she now faithfully repeated to her own grandchildren. Swirling and twisting across the brown land it blew before ending its dance on the waves of the sea as they crashed against the shore. The burning heat of the sun radiated down, hanging in an empty blue sky and waiting for someone foolish enough to wander out into its deadly rays.
By James Hardie5 years ago in Fiction
